Shy Boy Gets Rammed By Older Man In Garage

The dimly lit garage was filled with the clanking of tools and the hum of power tools, yet all was quiet save for the soft, rhythmic thumping of flesh against flesh. In the far corner, obscured by a tarp, two figures were entwined, their sweat-slicked bodies glistening in the paltry light filtering through from the open door.

Igor, the burly 60-year-old handyman, had a vise-like grip on the lithe young 18-year-old Sasha’s hips as he pounded into the lad’s tight, virgin hole. Igor’s muscular, tattooed arms strained with effort as he rutted with fierce, animalistic intensity. His intense gravelly grunts and the boy’s high-pitched whimpers of pain and pleasure filled the garage.

Sasha braced himself against a wooden workbench, gripping the edge so tightly his knuckles turned white. As the older man’s thick, hard cock plowed into his pliant body, Sasha couldn’t help but cry out in equal parts agony and ecstasy. The feeling of being so utterly claimed, taken and dominated, was completely new to the shy, inexperienced boy. It terrified and thrilled him all at once.

Even as he felt his hole stretched and bruised, Sasha found himself rock hard and leaking pre-cum. His own hands gripped his thighs as if he could somehow brace himself against Igor’s ruthless thrusts. The sensation of the older man’s heavy, wiry pubic hair rubbing his tender rear with each slam of their bodies together was exquisite, electric, and yet burningly painful.

Sasha glanced over his shoulder, trying to gauge Igor’s state from the bearded man’s face. Igor’s eyes were squeezed shut in concentration as he pistoned away, slimy skin slapping obscenely against skin. His thick brows knit together and his unshaven jowls flexed as he grunted with exertion. The salty, tangy musk of sweaty male arousal mingled with Sasha’s own sweeter, more floral scent.

“F-fuck… I can’t…” Sasha gasped out between labored breaths, his aching shaft bobbing and twitching against his flat stomach with each heavy impact of Igor’s body against his.

“Quiet!” Igor snarled, one calloused hand smacking down on the boy’s trim ass, leaving a red handprint blooming on the pale flesh. “I know you love it. You’re a little cock-pig, aren’t you, pet?”

Sasha whimpered and bit his lip hard enough to taste coppery blood as he ground his hips back, meeting the older man thrust for thrust. The thick, ribbed head of Igor’s imposing cock plunged deep and hit Sasha’s sensitive prostate on nearly every pass, stoking the intense pleasure-pain until the younger man felt like he might piss himself.

Igor’s hand snaked around Sasha’s slim waist, reaching down to wrap around the boy’s dripping hard-on. Roughly, he pumped Sasha’s shaft in time with his pounding hips, the change in his angle spearing up into Sasha’s tender cervix.

“Shit!” Sasha squealed, eyes rolling back in his head. “I’m gonna… I need…”

“Heh, fuck yeah, shoot your load,” Igor growled in Sasha’s ear, hot breath making the boy shiver. “Milk that fucking cock with your tight little boypussy.”

The dirty words, combined with the relentless stimulation of his leaking cock and ravaged hole, pushed Sasha over the edge. Electric ecstasy jolted through him as his cock exploded untouched, spraying ropes of pearly boy-jizz across the dusty old garage floor. Sasha’s knees nearly buckled at the intensity of it, but Igor held him up, still furiously rutting.

Despite his body feeling wrung-out like a rag, Sasha knew it wasn’t over. He clung to the workbench, trying to brace himself for what was certain to come. Igor was a beast who wouldn’t finish until he filled Sasha up with his potent seed. Sweat and synaptic sparks zapped up Sasha’s spine as Igor’s pace quickened, growling like a wild animal attacking its prey.

“I’m gonna flood this ass,” Igor gritted out between clenched teeth, one hand sliding up to wrap around Sasha’s throat. “Gonna pump you so full of cum, you’ll be dripping for days.”

The tight, choking pressure around his neck sent Sasha hurtling toward another explosive orgasm. Igor’s balls drew up and Sasha could feel them churning, ready to unleash their virile cargo deep inside his ass. The older man slammed in far, far too deep and Sasha’s whole body convulsed as a second mind-shattering orgasm ripped through him. His spent cock twitched and spit out a few last weak spurts as Igor’s thrusts turned jerky and erratic.

Sasha could feel the heat and pressure of Igor’s cum flooding his sensitive insides as the other man grunted and swore harshly. Igor pinched the base of Sasha’s cock, likely to prevent him from getting too sensitive as he was pumped full of hot, sticky spunk. Sasha felt lightheaded but intensely satisfied as the older man emptied himself into him and collapsed over Sasha’s back.

A long, contented “Mmm.” hummed from Igor’s throat as his softening cock slipped free, making Sasha gasp at the sensitivity. Igor gave Sasha’s ass a few more sloppy thrusts with his spent shaft, smearing their combined seed around. Then he stood, hauled up his dirty work pants and tucked himself away before favouring Sasha with a satisfied smirk.

“See you next week, pet,” Igor said with a curt nod, pulling on his gloves. Snatching up his tools, he sauntered out of the garage without a backwards glance, leaving Sasha dazed and wobbly in his wake, cum dribbling down his trembling thighs.